A/N: I am basing this story off the original mythology for Hades and Persephone. I would advise keeping an open mind for: Hades is Zeus' brother, Persephone is his niece. Somewhere in there he fell in love with her, tricked her into eating a pomegranate, and as a result she spends some time out of the year in the underworld. There are only a couple of things I have changed from the original story and that will become known when that time comes. IF Y OU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT. I cannot stress this enough.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Kamigami No Asobi.

Anthesphoria

Chapter 1

"Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here."

Long, thin, pale fingers tangled themselves in thick, silken curls the same shade as the sun. Golden eyes watched as each of the fine strands uncoiled and then reformed, wrapping around his appendage. The beholder sighed softly, sinking into the nostalgia of her brother's tender care. It took her back to the many days when she was a young child under her brothers' watchful eye.

"My mother said you would be visiting while she was away," Persephone said, relishing in her brother's gentle touch. "But I wasn't expecting Dionysus as well. The last I heard he and Loki were on Mount Olympus causing trouble for father."

The golden haired girl was one of the many daughters fathered by Zeus, though she resembled her mother, Demeter. Her voice was soft, just as light as the gentle spring breeze. Her eyes, resembled that of freshly harvested grain. Her olive skin was just as soft as the clouds, softer than any material known to any man. Her beauty far more advanced for her age, catching the eye of even the most powerful of the gods.

The other god looked up at the sound of his name, giving the doe eyed girl a playful grin. "Well I couldn't let Apollon become your favorite older brother, now could I?"

"Oh hush brother," Apollon chided. "You know our sister has never been one to pick favorites… though we both know she favors me the most."

Dionysus got to his feet, "Is that a challenge I hear, little brother?" He asked.

"If it is a challenge you are looking for brother, then it is a challenge you will get!"

Persephone watched with a weak heart as her siblings play fought before her. Words couldn't express how much she had missed those days. The days where she would watch her brothers wrestle and play from her father's side before the god had sent her to live with her mother on earth. Not that she had any regrets, she adored her mother and the company it brought her. But it was nothing like being amongst her brothers and their playful nature.

"Try not to hurt yourselves, will you?"

But the gods paid her little to no mind, far too engrossed in their rough play.

Persephone ventured away from her brothers and their supervision towards a nearby field of fresh blooming flowers. It was then when the earth around her feet shifted, shaking beneath her. The girl gave a cry as the ground around her caved in.

"Persephone!" Apollon shouted.

"Apollon! Dionysus!" She screamed.

The brothers rushed to their sister's aid, horrified as they watched the earth crumble, her body being swallowed amongst the pieces.

"Persephone!"

From the chaos came coal-black horses, drawing a chariot driven by a god who had a look of dark splendor, majestic and beauty. He caught Persephone to him and held her close, despite her screaming protests and cries for help. The next moment she was being swept away from the radiance of springtime to the world of the dead by the king who ruled it. Her brothers were forced to watch as her body slipped beyond their reach, disappearing into the earth.

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"Father!" Apollon called as he entered the throne room on Mount Olympus.

His father had been in the company of Poseidon, Athena, and Hera when the young gods arrived.

"What is it?" Zeus asked, turning his attention briefly onto his sons.

Considering the young sun god was normally composed, to see him all worked up and out of sorts, and in front of other gods (and goddesses), was odd enough in itself.

"Persephone has been taken!" The sun god announced.

"Taken? By who?" Questioned Hera, worry masking her normally peaceful features. Though she cared very little for the children born from her husband's affairs, she had a special place in her heart for the young vegetation goddess. She and her mother were extremely close friends, so any harm done to Persephone was like harm done to one of her own.

"Hades," Said Dionysus. "We have to go and-"

"Calm yourself child," Said Zeus. "Every god knows that one cannot simply walk into the underworld without dire consequences. One has to be granted access into the land of the dead by that who rules it."

"So we are to just sit idly by while he has our sister?" Apollon questioned, looking to his other uncle for help.

But even Poseidon was powerless in the matter, much to the brothers' dismay. The young god had only met his Uncle Hades a handful of times at the meetings he was allowed to attend. He recalled the death god saying very little, and keeping to himself. He had been under the impression that the god preferred to spend his time alone, out of fear of causing others misfortune. No one, not even Zeus himself, could fathom why Hades would suddenly act out in such a way.

"Hades is not going to grant us access into the underworld, not if he considers us a threat to whatever he has planned for Persephone." Said Dionysus. He for one wasn't going to wait around for his father to handle things on his time, where was Ares when he needed him? A god who was willing to say the hell with the rules?

"My heavens," Hera suddenly said, drawing the attention briefly to herself. "Has anyone sent word of this to Demeter?"

The room feel into a dead silence.

"She entrusted Persephone in our care while she visited Iris, we should be the ones to tell her." Apollon said, forlornly.

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"Apollon, Dionysus, this is quite the surprise." Demeter smiled kindly.

The goddess of Agriculture, was dressed as elegantly as the young gods remembered her in her robes of emerald and gold. The resemblance between her and her young daughter was uncanny. Same flowing head of curls, though hers were tamed neatly into a bun atop her head while her daughter's hung freely, same deep brown eyes. Demeter was one of the quieter goddesses, As long as her crops were growing and the farmers were happy, the goddess was content. But that didn't mean it was wise for one to underestimate her. Having the power to destroy all life on earth, she was a goddess to be reckoned with.

"Where is Persephone?" She asked, glancing around and not spotting her child.

"Hades has taken her to the underworld." Was the sun god's short reply.